I am a small brown bear
.... navigator, tissue-issuer, steely eyed spy,
football fan and Agony Uncle! Now that you've found me, sit back, relax, sip some tea and dunk a biscuit, and let some Bearissity into your tortured life. Ahhhh. See, better already, isn't it?

WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Whoah! I did a lot of snoozing yestaday. Getting a year older suddenly can really take it out of a Bear. But today I was out in the fresh air agen.....

Heer ar my marigolds, week 5.

12 are still doin well, but there seems to be a casualty. I think its leaves got nibbold by bugs. So I'm a bit miffed at Dilly, cos sheez the bug-eater rownd heer an oviousy hassent been doin her job proply. Too bizzy wiv her new blog, I reckon (wich issent even keepin her out of mine).

an today I spottid this Baby Collared Dove, jus hanging arownd the bird table. He hassent yet kwite werkt out that the food is underneath where he is standing:

"the food is where?"

an then there are the Baby Blackberds. Today they discuvered the bird bath, an decided that bird baths are the most fun thing about being a Baby Blackberd. Ever. We had to re-fill the bath 4 times. This is arfter about bath 73, an he is arsking, "Where did the water go?" It was raining, too:

"Mum! I'm wet agen!"

An larst but not leest, jus fer those of yu hoov been arskin wat presents I got fer me berfday, heer's the Berfday Groop Photo:

we ownly hav a littol garden. Yu can see a rainy vershon ov it on my berfday cake video. But in the Olden Days, befor we lived heer, there was a pond. Now we get frogs an noots coming bak. They don't know we havent got a pond eny more. They yews the berd baths at nite insted.

As fer the bees, they've gon. But they hav left 6 holes all sealed up wiv mud. Methinks there are baby bees in there.

Watch footie on the internet:

Thank you for your visit. Bob's off for a dam' good frolic now:

A note on "Bear English"

Some people have written to me to say that they can't read my blogs cos ov my Bear English. We do spell some things differently, mostly phonetically. Sorry. We also say 'der' for 'the' and 'dat' for 'that'. To try to make it easier for you, I am now trying to remember to use "th" insted. But my oldest posts will stay mostly in the original Bear English.... Please "BEAR" wiv me. If you can't read me, please come back wiv a good strong cup ov tea an a choklit biskit, an try den! I mean THen!
(It's the polar bear influence, you see, because in Icelandic the 'th' sound is spelt with a 'd'.)